User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-7207319-20150205200008/@comment-3135907-20160811181157

"I hope you're right, Tarun."

The tree rats tramped on, boredly poking at each other and muttering. Mulker Tweng swung his weapon around idly, cleaving a grass-blade from its stalk and butchering a bunch of dandelions in the process.

Rhufon trundled along, eyes shifting about, prepared for the tree rats' seeminlgy mutual mood to once again change.

It went on like this for some time before Avvik returned, snarling giddily in Painted One speech to Mulker. Then the rat chieftain turned. "Avvik says there's smoke that c'n be seen not far ahead. Figure that's where your phantom woodlanders are?"